Butterflies and Jars

The night was calm and no rain was tapping on the roof, only the sound of the cricket just outside the window. It was nothing more than a night of slumber for many yet to Luisa, it was an evening full of memories she wants to put in a jar just like a preserved butterfly in the lab; dead indeed, but its beauty, its vibrance, and all its signs of life are trapped and suspended forever. If only she could put barricades on the highways of time just to let those moments come to a halt and place them in a jar...But she couldn't, she just can't.

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First published in Friendster Blog January 15, 2006 9:36 AM